If doomed to roll in dust, we'll roll in dust,
we'll sit on high when destined for high seats
In talent take no overweening pride,
for talent and disaster form a pair.
Our karma we must carry as our lot.
Let's stop decrying Heaven's whims and quirks.
Inside ourselves there lies the root of good:
The heart outweighs all talents on this earth,
and finally the concluding lines
May these crude words, culled one by one and strung,
beguile an hour or two of your long night.

(The tale of Kieu - Nguyen Du.)

One word: Pollyannaism .